Brax leaned down and kissed me, gently. There was acceptance in the touch, and I knew he would accept my words and not push for answers. Just as I didn’t demand answers from him about where he disappeared to on his missions, when he would return, or if he was fucking someone else. He wasn’t my mate, after all.
The kiss turned hot and I trembled. Leaning forward, I felt the gems sway. I lifted my arms to his chest, stealing the touch I knew he would deny me later.
His hands wrapped around my wrists and he lifted my hands above my head, denying me now.
“Come, Miranda.” Brax didn’t use the term I’d heard other males use with their mates, gara. There was no literal translation into English, so my NPU didn’t substitute anything when they said it. Best I could figure it was something close to love. When I’d asked Roark about the term, he’d said it meant literally a piece of his soul. So romantic, and one more reminder of what Brax and I were to each other. We took care of each other’s physical needs, but we weren’t the same soul.
Not even close. And that was why I’d never heard that word from his lips.
Obediently, I rose and followed him to a padded bench that was common in the private quarters of males on Trion. Brax had two benches, one narrow, like a sawhorse, that he could bend me over and then chain my wrists to my ankles, leaving my pussy and ass exposed. The other, a padded swing with places for my back, arms and legs so he could strap me in, suspended in the air, and do with me as he pleased.
I loved them both.
Tonight, he led me to the swing, and I fought for patience as he strapped my arms and legs to leather bindings that hung from chains attached to the ceiling. Once I was bound, he nudged my ankles wide, making my pussy open, then lowered me slowly backward until my feet left the ground and I was swinging, face up, in the air. Standing between my open legs, he loomed over me like a sex god and my pussy clenched.
“Don’t you want to know what else your gifts can do?” he asked, his gaze roaming over me. I knew he could see my clamped nipples, the turgid tips a deep red. My pussy was bare and open to him, crowned by the green gem that tugged on my clit. I knew he could see how wet I was, how my pussy—and even my ass—clenched in eager anticipation. I wondered if he would fuck me there or place a toy in my ass as he took my pussy. I loved it all. Wanted everything at once.
“Yes, Master. Please.” I already knew what the jewels were capable of. I’d heard talk of the special adornments males of this world placed on their females’ bodies. Things that vibrated and zapped and wreaked havoc on her sanity. He could wreak some serious havoc on me. I was more than ready. It seemed the clamps were only the start.
If only they were permanent.
Mine.
With a grin I’d become all too familiar with, he touched the large ring he wore on his right hand. With a small twist, tiny electric shots blasted through my clit and nipples, followed by a vibration that made my back arch up and my breath catch.
“Holy shit, what is that?” I gasped. He grinned. I tried to shift my hips, but the swing held me in such a way that I could do nothing but take what he gave me. “I’m going to come, Master.”
“No, you will not.” His stern order was followed by a swat to my inner thigh, just hard enough to pull me back from the edge. “You will not come until I give you permission.”
Moaning, I obeyed, fighting the surge of unexpected heat flowing through my veins.
For him, I would hold on, knowing that in the end, my restraint would be worth it.
Brax bent over me, his dark eyes lingering on the jewels dangling from my nipples. He ran his finger along the inner folds of my pussy and gently tugged on the jewel there.
I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped.
“You will look beautiful one day, Miranda, when your mate adorns you properly.” His fingertips traced a line from one breast to the other. “A chain will be here.” He ran his finger down to my clit as I fought the swing to get closer to him. “And here, shining like a beacon against your skin. No one will doubt you are truly claimed.”
He spread my pussy lips apart and placed his huge cock at the edge of my core. The swing was the exact height to allow him to slide right into me. “I’m going to take you now. You will not come until I am deep inside you.”
He thrust forward, slowly, drawing out my pleasure. One more tap to the ring—which was the smallest remote control I’d ever seen—and another strike of lightning went through my body.
His cock bottomed out inside me, stretching me fully, filling me completely. Making me whole. Then, as I’d come to expect, he reached beneath me and slid two large fingers inside my ass, stretching me as he thrust with his cock. I was full, the sting of pain, the invasion of every part of me making me cry out. I lost it, the orgasm rushing through me like every cell in my body went into spasm.
This bliss, this pleasure he could give me, was like a drug. I was addicted, and I wasn’t sure how I could resist another hit. But I would. I would have to because I didn’t belong to him.
And as much as I had hoped otherwise, the words he’d just spoken made my body burn but my heart break. I didn’t belong to him. And he didn’t belong to me.
2
Doctor Valck Brax
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Miranda was so beautiful, lost to the world as I fucked her through the first spasms of orgasm. She was so hot, so tight and the way her pussy rippled around me as she came would be my undoing. My release would be quick this first time, my balls too full, but it wouldn’t be the last. I would take her often this night, and this would be the first of many orgasms. It had to be enough to hold us both over for a few weeks, until I returned from duty once again.
But the sight of her now would keep me warm on long, cold nights, give me a vision to recall when I gripped my cock and found relief while I was gone. The layered dressing gown she wore looked like a gift-wrapped bow made of prisms. And inside that gift, a warm, wet female all too eager to ride my cock. With the gems and clamps peeking out from between the folds… fark, I wanted to come again.